I feel so bad for not posting for so long. The truth is, I never really had the energy and will. Whenever I get home from work, I have to prepare something to eat, then probably do some jogging, have my piano session and my day is pretty much over. Okay I lie, but I'd usually be too tired to do anything else. During the weekends as well, the two valuable days are generally reserved for me to be lazy. As you can see, I'm not really writing with my brain here.
I never knew work can drain so much energy from me. Especially when I did not relocate for this job, just comfortably commuting a short distance within my niche. I wonder if seasons have a play in this. Do people get tired easily during summer? I just googled my problem and it tells me it's due to the loss of water and salt. I doubt it though.
Nonetheless, the beauty of a full-time job is you play your life around it. I can't really do much, but I enjoy the occasional evening dates, night strolls and grocery shopping. I haven't had too much time to read during the weekdays but I've been working a lot more on it on the weekends. I'm currently reading all of Yrsa Sigurdardottir's novels.
The days are getting warm, and it's my constant concern that Mr. Mimi gets too hot that he's uncomfortable. Every summer I worry about the same thing. I just can't imagine how it feels to wear a whole lot of fur on a hot day, my poor ginger, he's lying on my bed frowning at his own paws as I type now. How do I convince him that he's already done a great job licking himself?
It is past 12 and I'm dreading for this coming week. I really have no reason to do so, but it's a matter of personal expectation and indulgence in self-criticism. Such a horrible thing to have. I've even prayed at Church today, hoping that I can really get rid of such a bad habit.
I frickin' need to let go and move on man!
